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The Long Road Home Chapter 14

“How can snow still be so beautiful amidst all this devastation?”

Innsbruck, December 17 th 1943   Both Maria and Katarina were glad that the policeman hadn't argued. They had spent some ninety minutes on the back of this filthy, freezing lorry as it picked its way carefully along the rubble-strewn streets, almost but not quite stopping as it drove over bricks and pieces of debris. The foreman had done a marvellous job of keeping the...Read On

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Dexter's House

Ralph never knew quite why he went into the Plaza hotel on that bright summer afternoon. He had passed by the place so many times without ever going inside and each time he did pass, his intrigue grew. The building almost seemed to call out to him. It was as if he was meant to go there and become a part of something, something big, bigger than him, bigger than his pet rabbit, bigger than...Read On

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The Decision

 

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Anew As One

A forest spirit reborn of love.

 

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Tales From the Tabletop III

"Work!" The word that nearly brought the world to ruin.

Wherever they are found, and wherever they have traveled, Kender evoke a common adage amongst those who have encountered them. The most dangerous thing in the world is a bored Kender. I must beg to differ in this tale. For those who don’t know Kender, they are a race of Halflings/Hobbits known for an overwhelming sense of curiosity. So great is their curiosity that they are fearless even...Read On

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L'Auteur

Each weekday, after her husband has left for his office, Claudia covers canvasses with solid colour. Mid-morning she walks her small dog. On Mondays she meets a friend for lunch. Other days, weather permitting, she sits shrouded in shades at a pavement cafe. On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons she meets a lover. Afterwards they lie back on tangled sheets and bicker about politics and...Read On

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The airport

The day at the airport Many were waiting for loved ones A look at the clock told the time was near Sounds of the plane had finally come  People moving  Cries and laughter were everywhere A man moved into view My heart told me It was him We stopped  As customs say  Our eyes didn't meet I heard the drop of a bag  Saw him go down on one knee As he extended his hand Palm up I...Read On

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Here And Now

 

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Fuel Season 1: Episode 1: The Abominable Seduction

Witness the debut episode of Monday Night Fuel as we follow Solo Magubane

2nd of September - Season 1   “Welcome to Monday Night Fuel.” Those were the words that boomed from Moodswing’s mouth as he stood atop the stage that sat right in the middle of the racetrack. But while Moodswing gave the landmark speech that would change the face of the island province of Azania forever, all Solo could think of was his upcoming race... and just how many people...Read On

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Watching

Who the watcher, who the watched? And who can truly say? That they are ever quite alone, As they rise to meet the day. Many years back then For reasons not obscure. Wrapped in the cloak of Soho Like a million souls before. He watched an act as old as time, But never came to know You don't have to be Prince Hamlet, To take part in the show. In a cell with bars of loneliness He...Read On

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Kennedy's Children

'It was already November the twenty-second.' Diane glanced at the letter and attached visiting order. 'Another Christmas alone.' She switched on the radio for the news. The final item made her smile. Girls sobbing in the streets because they were unable to buy tickets for a concert. At thirty- four Diane was too old for The Beatles. Today was Friday. The insurance man was due. She...Read On

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Tales From the Tabletop

Never get on the Dungeon Master's nerves...

There were some grand moments in my old PnP role-playing days that I will think fondly of until my dying day. This is one of them. My gaming world was one of my own creation, put together in the fashion of Frankenstein’s monster from numerous sources. It was quite the “Monty Haul” campaign, which means that loot was abundant. I balanced this by giving the monsters and other beings in the...Read On

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Converse and Cornflakes

Being organised is not in my DNA

My Alarm goes off at 6 am... it starts with the calm mellow tones of Enya, then Adiemus and progresses through to the likes of Pink Martini and Fever Ray. I really do not like waking up, my finger is well trained at locating the snooze button, so off I go again, back to the land of nod, subconsciously aware of the gentle sounds until I’m very rudely brought back to reality by...Read On

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A Fairytale Of New York

Emerging from the subway I checked inside my document case for the tenth time. In it was my story and a letter inviting me to meet with Abel Zanzinger. As the icy wind bundled me along West 51st Street, I remembered the promise I'd made to myself. Either get my story included in Zanzinger's forthcoming anthology of new writers or return to my job at the bank. Inside the Hotel Raphael...Read On

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Love & Affection Challenge - 1 Hour Person

Inspired by something seen or heard but can’t remember where or when. Valentine’s Day is a prehistoric day of celebration monopolized and monetized by Hallmark. So much so that presumably intelligent humans are willing to spend vast amounts of time and money shuffling and stuffing Valentine cards in display case slots surrounded by hair care products and tweezers. Each looking for that...Read On

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Everybody’s Bitchin’ ‘bout Somethin’

Like most things, it all started when I got cut off on the way to Costco...

 

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A Prologue

  The dull, methodical beeping of the medical equipment was enough to send anyone to sleep. But Gerard's milky blue eyes remained open, staring intently at one of the screens. He had only watched the other projections when instructed to, but he would always return to keep an eye on hers. He'd seen his own face appear a handful of times, yet her main focus seemed to be the man from the...Read On

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Back Without Regret

Music takes him back over many years

That’s it. Breakfast dishes all cleared away. Cups neatly stacked, in the lower cupboard, Cereal bowls alongside with the plates. Now, why do I find something so menial satisfying? Oh, don’t I know the reason very well? It’s a form of security. Just like the warm aroma of my wife’s scones baking in the oven. There’s something steadfast and reassuring about that sort of thing. Fifty years or...Read On

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The Rhythm of Silence

walking my dog by some mysterious birds

 

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Don't Look Black

 

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Tales From the Tabletop II

Name? Choose wisely...

Here’s yet another fond memory from the bygone days of PnP role-playing. This tale centers around one of my players creating a new character. Everyone playing the game had many characters. We just picked out characters from our portfolio according to whim every time we sat down at our custom-built plywood and 2x4 gaming table. Everyone wanted a wide variety of options, so we often rolled up...Read On

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A New Spark

A NEW SPARK I wonder if you feel anything like I do.  Do you long for the past, hate the present and fear the future? Has your heart been ripped up through your throat and straight out of your head up to the sky. You might feel something like this But do you also know that someday a new spark will start another fire?...Read On

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A second opinion

A celebrity criminal appearing in pantomine is about to recieve a piece of Barbara's mind.

I can't believe the cheek of him, bold as anything, staring out at me with his stupid face. Well, there's no way I'm putting up with this. No way. I've never liked him, never trusted him. He's smarmy and sly, and now here he is, a face on a poster outside the small Shaftsbury theatre, in the town where I live. He's appearing in a pantomime in a kid's play for God's sake. This man killed an...Read On

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My Y2K Experience

Memories are best told after the pain of making them is past...

Twenty years ago last night, I spent New Year’s Eve waiting for someone in the world to call and tell me something in our product line didn’t work. Or that it worked incorrectly. It was December 31st, 1999 and Y2K misbehavior was clearly at the forefront of many people's minds. Including mine. In January 1999, I had been re-assigned from Director of World Service to Director of Quality...Read On

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Keep Dancing

Once upon a time, many, many moons ago, a pretty young ballerina practised her dance alone though in more ways than one she was not alone. She began by holding a handrail and stretched for a moment or two, one leg at a time. The mirrored walls not only reflect her but almost, in her mind anyway, reflect an alternative self, an imaginary dance partner, an identical opposite, a mirrored twin. ...Read On

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Fuel Season 1: Episode 2: Diamond in the Rough

Its week 2 of Monday Night Fuel as Stevie learns the art of sports entertainment

9th of September – Season 1 Stevie’s pulse was racing as she moved at an incredible speed. Darcy Stevens was known for many things: having a dark, chocolate complexion unique for a colored woman; having a soft spot for coconut-covered snowballs and for being one of the fastest human beings in Southern Africa on open-wheels. As Stevie weaved and bobbed between vehicles, she could feel...Read On

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S.E.C.R.E.T. Chapter One

A supernatural love story where people almost get eaten by a monster.

  Chapter One   Valerian wakes to a shrill sound going off by his bed. The bed sheets are tangled and constricted around him, one of the reasons he stopped sleeping in a coffin. He's a very restless sleeper. When he was younger and a coffin was not optional, it was a lot more annoying. He was constantly waking up by banging his elbow or hitting his knee or smashing his head. Once a hole...Read On

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Davy, Who Couldn't Finish Anything

A unique boy and his best friend try to answer the big question

And he was in the principal’s office. Strange offices principals had there – strikingly orange furniture with mostly sky blue accents. Even the carpet. As if the interior designer fashioned Gulf Livery into an architectural style, turned up the Mid Century to eleven. “How did you become a pri-” Davy trailed off, in his abbreviated language. Really, the worst part about his affliction was...Read On

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S.E.C.R.E.T. Chapter Two

Chapter Two   When they pull up to the crime scene, a nondescript single-story house, human officers swarm the yard, already having taped off the house. Calypso is the first out of the car, followed closely by Melissa. Valerian ambles from the back seat, yawning and stretching, letting out a satisfied sigh at the pop from his spine. The trio slip under some yellow police tape only to...Read On

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S.E.C.R.E.T. Ch3

  Chapter Three   Michael heads through the front door and down the porch steps. He waits in the driveway for his partner, Vick, to finish up. He should help but he wants to climb in his car and not look back, yet also turn around and march back to Valerian. What’s wrong with him? Walking away from someone has never been physically taxing. He feels agitated and antsy. He’s never been...Read On